FF: Hostage- PG 45- Part 19 (11/22/09) NEW!!!

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Recap: Slamming the phone down he turned on his heel and marched out of the room. And I watched him go, a new worry planted in my mind. Why would he need one core? That too in a week? My eyebrows met in the middle. Why did it seem like there was more to Prem then what met the eye?

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Heer P.O.V.

He just left me there, alone. But why am I getting the feeling that he doesn't want to do all this. He doesn't want to have me kidnapped. And maybe, he is in need of the money. Wait.....that's it. He NEEDS money......but for what? And that to in one week. And why 1 chore? Is it something important?

I stood there like a statue with having all these thoughts in my mind. But then a sudden urge to eat something hit my mind. I was starving beyond belief. And that "khadoos" wasn't going to give me any food to eat. My eyes wandered around the room, searching for something that I could eat. There was nothing. I slowly walked towards the kitchen and searched for food. And there my eyes spotted a box of pizza on the table. I went towards it and saw that there was a note on it. I picked up the note and read it:

"Eat this or starve yourself..."

I couldn't stop myself from wondering if he had eaten or not. Wait...................why was I thinking about him. This is weird. Anyways I opened the box and saw a delicious cheese pizza. It was still fresh and warm. I picked up a piece and took a bite. This was the best pizza I had ever tasted. I was not a big fan of pizzas but if all pizza tasted like this, then I was ready to eat it for the rest of my life. I ate 2 slices and knew that if I ate more then I would blow up. I closed the box and went towards the sink to drink some water. I drank some cold water. And finally I realized, this was the best meal I had ever tasted.

Then my thoughts shifted back to my dad and Ranvir. The "so-called kidnapper" had no idea what he had done. He had no idea of the real truth of my "dad" and Ranvir. Did Prem really think that that so call dad of mine would give money for me? My dad must be celebrating with Ranvir right now because I was out of their way. That Prem needed to know that he was going to get nothing. At least not for them. All they wanted was all my property. The person he thinks is my dad is just my step father who married my mom only for money. But my mom ended up leaving all the property under my name. That so called dad of mine had raised me only to get me married to his nephew Ranvir so that all my property gets transferred to my "HUSBAND." This way, I would be out of the way and they could enjoy the luxury of life for themselves.

It was another fact that I never told them face to face that I always knew about their plan. All this time I really didn't care at all about my property or anything. I just wanted my freedom. But now, I had to do something. Especially for this kidnapper of mine who needed money for some important reason.

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I went out into the living room as I heard some noise. When I entered the living room, I saw him there again. He had a glass full of whiskey in his hand and his other hand was holding a paper. I quietly walked towards him knowing or sure that he wouldn't do anything. But he heard my footsteps and turned around. He grinned at me but all I could see was the worry that was in his eyes.

" Now what......don't tell me you want some magnificent dinner" he said in an angry tone.

" I ate it" I answered him calmly. I kept examining his eyes which were raising a suspicion.

" Why do you want 1 chore in one week" I asked hesitantly. I saw anger reach his eyes.

" If I wanted to tell you then I would have told you.....but I don't think that YOU need to know". He shot back.

" Well if you expect to get the money then sorry to say, but you aren't getting any of it" I answered him calmly.

He was way beyond anger by this time. He smacked him glass on the counter and held onto my arms with his hands, shoving me against the wall behind me. His grip was digging into my soft skin and it was paining. He held onto my wrists tightly increasing my pain. I noticed that his eyes were raging with anger while mine were getting welled up.

" If I don't get my money, then you have no idea what I will do with you" he gritted his teeth while saying this with anger blazing life fire. He was breathing heavily and so was I and he was so close to me that I could even hear his heartbeat.

" Your dad has so much money.....and he can't give me 1.....just 1 chore for his only daughter" he continued in anger.

Then his glance fell on my wrist. He immediately let go of my wrist seeing all the red mark and the rash his grip had given me. He faced away from me and ran his hand through his silky hair. I wiped my tears away with my aching hand. I looked at him and I knew that he was feeling guilty for hurting me. He took a deep breath and turned around to face me again.

" Listen" he said calming his anger. " Don't make me do something that I don't want to do....just give me that d**m money".

Something inside told me to tell him the truth about my so called dad and Ranvir.

" Don't take me wrong but I have to let you know that by kidnapping me, you won't get ANY money..." I told him calmly.

I told him everything and he seemed to be sorry for getting angry at me....at least that's what his eyes were telling.

" Do you expect me to believe your made up story that easily" he said rudely.

" Yes......I do.....because it's the truth.....just think about it, if I was his real daughter, wouldn't he have done something by now" he told him sternly.

He examined my eyes.

" 1 chore is like a penny to him.....he wouldn't even wait one second if he really wanted to save me.....he tried to kill me many times but it never worked.....I bet he is partying right now with that Ranvir" he said looking out the window.

After a moment of silence, he came up to me.

" Just go to sleep" was all he said before leaving the room. He took his glass of alcohol and left to his room. I saw him go and an urge in me erupted to ask him the question I had been striving to ask.

" Why do you need 1 chore?" I asked calmly. He stopped immediately and turned slowly. His gaze fixed on me.

" You know you could have asked for as much money as you wish......then why just one chore?......Is it something important? " I asked again.

" That one chore can save the life of someone.....someone that I could de anything for?.....my only family" he said. After giving me one last look, he went to his room.

So he was doing this to help someone. But who? I don't know what made me want to know more. But one thing I surely knew and that was that this Prem..........wasn't that bad at all. He just wanted to save a life that is so dear to him.

I had this feeling erupting in my heart.....for him. I was able to feel his pain of losing someone you loved. I kept remembering how much I was missing my mom. But was he the only one living here? Doesn't he have anyone in his life? I looked around the house to see if there was any sign of anyone else living here. I couldn't see much but I noticed that the house was pretty clean. Everything was set in the right place. He seems like a nice person. And god is just testing his patience in life. And I knew this for sure because even though he said he would do something wrong with me, I could see how shameful he felt when he was saying all that. I knew for sure that he wouldn't even think of taking advantage of me. But why did I feel that way. Just this morning, I was all set and ready to kill him and escape and now..... It's me who is being attracted to this guy. I slowly approached his room thinking why I was going there.

" Calm down Heer.....this is just a little attraction-nothing else......he kidnapped you" This is what my brain kept telling me but............MY HEART TOOK OVER ME.

" Heer.......he needs someone to share his grief. You know how it feels to be alone in this world even with a so called dad. But right now he has no one......he is trying to help someone through you.....he needs you Heer.....he needs You!" My heart kept repeating the same thing over and over again.

I stood in front of the door to his room. It was slightly open and I slowly opened it. The room was dark but a small lamp was lit near the bed. There he w-------------wait who is she? I examined that old age lady sleeping on the bed. And Prem was holding her hand softly in his. He was sitting on the floor next to her. I said nothing and slowly went inside making no sound. I froze on my spot when I heard him open say.....

" Maa......aab kuch nahi ho sakta....kuch nahi...." he was silently crying and whispering every word that came out of his mouth.

" Main kuch nahi kar saka.....mai....apne bhai......apne Preet ko nahi bacha saka..." he laid his head on her hand and let his tears flow.

He was doing this to save his brother. This was the only thing that was running in my head now. My eyes welled-up seeing him in this condition. It was hurting me to see him in such pain. I had to do something. I had to help him. I saw him get up to leave the room but thank god he wasn't facing me. He was taking a glance at his......his MAA. I quickly walked out the room and went straight to the couch and laid down pretending to sleep. I heard his footstep come out of the room and I could feel his gaze on me. He was coming towards me. I could feel it and I made sure that I didn't move one bit. Suddenly, I felt a warm blanket covering me. Staying still was pretty hard but I had to. And I was right, he is nice guy. The only problem is that he is being tested by GOD. And then finally, I felt some type of cold paste being applied to my wrist. This action made me open by eyes and look at my surroundings. There he was.......his eyes weren't looking at me but paying attention to my wrist, his protective hand slowly rubbing cream around my bruised wrist. I suddenly moved while his eyes fell on me. And I just stared at him. I closely examined his concern filled eyes that were the color of melted chocolate. His charm was taking over my senses. He took his hand away from mine and was about to get up when I felt the urge to stop him right then and there. I held onto his hand before he could leave. He looked at me with questioning eyes and all I did was drag him into the kitchen. I left his hand, feeling somewhat incomplete, and filled up a glass of water. His gaze still fixed on me. I took the glass and handed it to him. But he didn't take it and looked away.

" Thoda toh peelo" I told him softly. He just ignored me. I took a deep breath and began.

" I can help you in saving your brother....." I stopped when he instantly looked at me with his charming eyes. He lowered his head and answered.

" I'm.....I'm sorry......but don't get into this mess.....I will take you back to your house tomorrow....sorry for making your life like hell these past few days......" he made his explanation. He took the bottle of whiskey that was sitting on the counter and went towards HIS room. I couldn't stop myself from following him. He went into the room slamming the door open and walked towards the huge window in his room. He opened the bottom and took a jolted drink from. I saw him throw his fist against the wall. But this was enough. He had done enough and now, I had to do something to help him......no matter what. I slowly walked towards him and placed my hand reluctantly on his shoulder. He turned around and it broke my heart into uncountable pieces to see him in such a state. He was drunk and his eyes constantly flowing tears. I couldn't stop myself from crying. When he saw me, he straightened himself up and tried to act normal but I knew he was drunk. There was just soooooo much pain in his eyes that it made me wants to take it away from him.

Without even thinking twice, I hugged him.I hugged him as tight as I could hope that my little hug would take away all his pain. I felt his arms hold onto me around my waist and his head buried into the nape of my neck. I slowly ran my hand through his soft hair trying to calm him down. I knew that he was broken. And I.....I was the reason behind his condition. I couldn't find any words to calm him down. No words. I looked at the dark sky from the window and prayed.

" Please bhagwan.....help me....I don't know why, but I can't bare to see him in such a lifeless condition"

And my prayer worked. All of the sudden, I remembered something. My property, which would be all mine when I turned 22. But there was still one more year left. And the property paper says that if I decide to get married before the age of 22, then my property will get transferred to my husband. That's it. This was the only way to get Prem out of this situation. And I would do it.....not because I felt sorry for him..................but because.....I am starting to fall for him......yes....Heer was falling in love with Prem......

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